05-20-2018, 10:29 PM
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★ WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD
ooc YELLS BECAUSE I WANT TO KEEP THIS ALIVE
A ripple of giddiness rushed down her spine at Suite’s mood change. The fact that Margy had a picture of them in her room seemed to make her much happier, which melted the heavy, oppressive feeling that hung in the air moments before. It was as if she could breathe again and her nerves had loosened.
“Floating islands?” Hazel echoed, eyes owlish with awe. She wondered if they were ever in danger of falling off the edge, and how far down it would be. Nevertheless, floating islands indeed sounded magical - magical and whimsical and dreamy. Margaery must have loved that. The chocolate point gave off somewhat of the romantic type, with her gardens of roses and the way she held herself.
“Candles aren’t dumb,” She insisted. “They’re thoughtful and pretty. Like...like you captured a star and put it on a stick.” Hazel thought candles were beautiful. They represented so many things: time and light and love and death and so many more depending on the context of the situation.
As Suite’s smile began to crumble, Hazel felt her own mood fall. Please don’t be sad, she wanted to say, you were so happy a moment ago. She didn’t want Suite to be upset. She wanted her to remember her love and hold it near her heart, because love was such a fickle thing and so hard to find.
When Suite agreed to let her help fix the necklace, Hazel felt a small sweep of anxiety tremble in her paws. She was no professional, and the necklace was so clearly important and crucial to the polar bear. Hazel didn’t want to be the cause of something as horrible as breaking the locket, but...it was a better option than letting Suite try with her massive claws.
Immediately, she began tinkering with the necklace, trying to figure out how it worked before she actually tried to take anything apart. There seemed to be a hinge at the back that was stuck, and if she could just - if she could just loosen that one little -
Suite’s question had Hazel’s thoughts stalling. Or, quite possibly kicking into overdrive. She was dreading the moment someone would ask about her past, afraid of what they might think if they knew. Instinctively, a paw fell to the bandanna wrapped around her arm, guarding one of her most shameful secrets.
“I...ran away from home.” Hazel said carefully, keeping her voice level despite the slight shake as she tried to keep focus on the delicate object in front of her. She would keep it light, vague; not because she didn’t trust Suite to keep a secret, but because she was too scared she wouldn’t be able to change Suite’s opinion of her after she knew.
A ripple of giddiness rushed down her spine at Suite’s mood change. The fact that Margy had a picture of them in her room seemed to make her much happier, which melted the heavy, oppressive feeling that hung in the air moments before. It was as if she could breathe again and her nerves had loosened.
“Floating islands?” Hazel echoed, eyes owlish with awe. She wondered if they were ever in danger of falling off the edge, and how far down it would be. Nevertheless, floating islands indeed sounded magical - magical and whimsical and dreamy. Margaery must have loved that. The chocolate point gave off somewhat of the romantic type, with her gardens of roses and the way she held herself.
“Candles aren’t dumb,” She insisted. “They’re thoughtful and pretty. Like...like you captured a star and put it on a stick.” Hazel thought candles were beautiful. They represented so many things: time and light and love and death and so many more depending on the context of the situation.
As Suite’s smile began to crumble, Hazel felt her own mood fall. Please don’t be sad, she wanted to say, you were so happy a moment ago. She didn’t want Suite to be upset. She wanted her to remember her love and hold it near her heart, because love was such a fickle thing and so hard to find.
When Suite agreed to let her help fix the necklace, Hazel felt a small sweep of anxiety tremble in her paws. She was no professional, and the necklace was so clearly important and crucial to the polar bear. Hazel didn’t want to be the cause of something as horrible as breaking the locket, but...it was a better option than letting Suite try with her massive claws.
Immediately, she began tinkering with the necklace, trying to figure out how it worked before she actually tried to take anything apart. There seemed to be a hinge at the back that was stuck, and if she could just - if she could just loosen that one little -
Suite’s question had Hazel’s thoughts stalling. Or, quite possibly kicking into overdrive. She was dreading the moment someone would ask about her past, afraid of what they might think if they knew. Instinctively, a paw fell to the bandanna wrapped around her arm, guarding one of her most shameful secrets.
“I...ran away from home.” Hazel said carefully, keeping her voice level despite the slight shake as she tried to keep focus on the delicate object in front of her. She would keep it light, vague; not because she didn’t trust Suite to keep a secret, but because she was too scared she wouldn’t be able to change Suite’s opinion of her after she knew.
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better